The agreed time has arrived. The square is crowded with people, and countless eyes are focused on the man in black robes who is lined up in the front.
"Greetings, Master Ye." Ten saints came out from Xie Yuce's side one after another, clasping their fists and saluting to Trevor Ye and the others on the stage, "We are late in protecting you, and we hope Master Ye will forgive us."
A terrifying pressure swept out, the space became unstable, and the disciples were pressured to the point of being unable to breathe. Their true realm was unknown, but this was definitely not a realm that the Spirit Emperor Realm could reach!
"Saint! It's a saint!"
The moment the saint's power subsided and the space returned to calm, the whole place was boiling.
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